My Brother's Best Friend (The Lakeland Boys Book 3) by G.L. Snodgrass

Author:G.L. Snodgrass [Snodgrass, G.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Tank

I swear I was going to explode. I couldn’t get Marla out of my mind. The taste of her lips. The way every room in the house had a hint of her perfume.

I had absolutely no idea what to do. This was Marla. Jason’s little sister. For the first few days, I tried to avoid her. But that was sort of impossible, living under the same roof. It was like trying not to breathe.

It was just as bad at school. She’d shoot me small smiles when we passed in the hall. Even worse. She was now joining us at lunch. Turning my insides into permanent knots.

The soft lilt of her voice, the way her eyes sparkled. All of it was driving me nuts.

The thing was, because of Marla. I wasn’t even sweating the whole Father issue. It was like my mind had moved on. The man was dead to me. I had about thirty minutes of grief then decided to ignore the whole issue.

If my mom wanted him back, then it was her issue, not mine.

Instead, I was trying to stop myself from screwing up and doing the wrong thing in front of her family.

I was positive if I gave even the smallest hint they’d see how I felt. Her dad would spot it a mile away. The weekend of working side by side with the man had been torture. It was as if I was betraying him somehow. Having feelings for his daughter, living under in his house, hiding it behind his back. It didn’t sit well.

Mr. Turner had always been cool. More than cool. When my dad went away, Mr. Turner seemed to just be there if I needed him. He’d make some little suggestion about guy stuff, and I’d feel like the world was still working.

Taking me camping with his family. Endless hours of throwing footballs with Jason and me. Showing me how to change my mom’s tire when she got a flat.

Those little things that a guy needs to be shown the first time.

Then, when I got older, he had Jason and me working construction for him. It was like someone had opened a whole new world for me. Introduced me to the pure pleasure of building something. Something new that didn’t exist before I put it together.

It had been Mr. Turner who gave me my first hammer, a Stanley twenty-two ounce Fatmax. A man’s tool. A Christmas present that I still used on every job.

And now, here I was, mooning over his daughter. It was like I was stabbing him in the back.

Of course, that didn’t mean I was going to stop feeling the way I felt. That was downright impossible. No, I’d just have to live with the guilt.

And all we’d done was kiss.

When I got home from school that Friday I headed straight for the basement. It had become my room. I was crashing on the couch. It had its own bathroom. Best of all, I didn’t feel like I was disturbing the family.

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